Sleeping During The GameYou know, I do envy those Charlton supporters who can lie on their couch and listen to breathless accounts of our matches - LIVE. Unfortunately BBC Kent doesn't reach us here in Jakarta, and it really is difficult to stay online long enough for the occasional text updates to percolate through to my PC from the match grounds.
There are ten matches to go before we Addicks know what fate befalls us next season. Do we stay or do we go back up?
Pause for a bit of reflectionI think I've just quoted a song title.
Anyway, my friend Frankie Valley
* has written to me suggesting that because of the culture clash and time difference I may be inclined to write my "
usual bit on what its like enduring the traumas of a Charlton match from afar."
The match he's referring to is against
Bristol City, one of the two clubs to be found in a city seemingly only famous for its connections to the slave trade a couple of hundred years ago and that it is at the centre of
scrumpy country. I've no idea, therefore, why they're called the Robins. (Note to my Indonesian readers:
robins are nice little birds which look a lot like sparrows (
burung gereja) except they've got red breasts.)
Furthermore, as this match is at home - Charlton's, not mine - Charlton's esteemed team will probably take to the field to the refrains of
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbing along. And that should confuse the visitors enough for us to bag the points.
That is important because the Robins, them not us, are currently
top of the Championship, which it isn't really because the likes of Manyoo and Arsenal are a division higher. So Charlton and Bristol City, and several others, are actually in the Second Division, except Division 2 is below Division 1 which is the division below us.
So Frankie is right to ask me to write about the traumas of supporting Charlton from afar. It's bloody confusing is what it is, so it's probably best that I'll be asleep for this one, unless I'm in need of a night-time micturition. After all, a 7.45pm kick off in London is at 2.45am here. So the match will be ending around the time I'm waking up.
I've got a really tiring day lined up tomorrow, so please let me start with a smile.
Foot(ball)note -
we didn't lose...........................
*Frankie V. had a very popular blog which basically got too popular. So he quit - just like that. But now he's back in the persona of Dr. Kish and pledges that regular visits to his site, and you too will be giving up supporting Charlton umpteen times a season.
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